J.E.M.

A peace that has no name.

To trust your care speaks volumes my friends, for a multitude of reasons, namely in my line of work and hope. It was thirty minutes into my 12 hour night shift. I had barely even woken up yet, nor decided how to prioritize the care of the four other patients I had already assumed care of, when I heard the transponder go off. "This is rescue 33, we've got an ALS Medical Red, Unstable, male 27, intubated, pulseless ventricular fibrillation, ACLS protocol initiated, eta 5 minutes, do you copy?" I reached for the button, drew in a deep breath, and attempted to release the fearful quiver that rattled my soul before speaking, "Winter Park copies, notify us of any changes, see you on arrival."